***Dear Samantha, if you think this fanfic is stupid...guess what? I don't
care, keep your opinion to yourself....I said I wanted SUGGESTIONS, not
outright insults.....for the rest of you *muah* *muah*.....I love you
all....thank you for taking the time to review...I hope you have a good
time reading this chapter.***
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Aragorn, or Legolas (isn't life unfair?), or the hobbits or Gimli, however I do own the *dead* Gimli....so there....
"OK, this could be a problem." Aragorn said, as he unsuccessfully tried to wake Gimli up for the 36th time.
"*Could*, be a problem?" Legolas asked, in disbelief. The two hobbits, for once were NOT screwing each other, and both stood in the circle around Gimli, gaping at him.
"Umm.....what are we going to do? We can't just leave him here." Sam said, scratching his head, and slapped away Frodo's hand when he tried to scratch his lower area(s).
"We're just going to have to take him with us, and go back to Rivendale." Shrugged Legolas.
"WHAT?!" cried the hobbits in unison, envisioning themselves lugging the stout dwarf all the way to Rivendale. They knew it was useless to get Aragorn to help, he might strain his already aching back.
"Well do you have a better idea?" Legolas snapped, irritation clear in his voice. Sam and Frodo cowered beneath him, and shook their heads mutely.
"Ok then, let's get going."
***SIX HOURS LATER***
"Legolas, can't you drag him now? The rigor mortis is kicking in and it's a bitch to drag him all the way." Frodo whined, sweat pouring down his face. Aragorn skipped in front of him joyously, every now and then stopping to pick flowers.
"Get Sam to help you." Legolas said without turning around.
"But Sam is already helping me." Frodo said angrily. Legolas turned around and saw Sam crouched underneath Gimli's waist, and crotch area.
"Please help me, I'm frightened and the stench is unbearable." Sam whispered, on the verge of tears. Legolas sighed, and grabbed the dwarf from the hobbits, slinging it over his shoulder. The two hobbits sighed with relief and fell to the floor just as Aragorn turned around.
"What are you doing sitting on the floor like that?" he said crisply, "This is a WAR people, not some carnival. And what's this? Legolas is carrying Jimmy, there's two of you and only one of him. He can't do *everything* you know. Legolas put Jimmy down, Frumpy and Fatty, pick him up." Ordered Aragorn.
"But-" the two hobbits began to protest, and quieted down when they saw Aragorn shooting death rays at them.
"Fine." Sighed Sam, running to pick up the top half of Gimli, leaving a very disturbed Frodo to the back. Legolas looked back sympathetically, but knew if he said anything it might set Aragorn off, and he wasn't willing to risk losing him ever again.
"Don't worry, only one more day till we're in Rivendale." Legolas said, skipping ahead to join Aragorn.
***The next chapter will take you a few months ahead, and then we're going to go to raising the baby......so for those of you who like this whole trekking a million miles thing, it's not going to last***
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Aragorn, or Legolas (isn't life unfair?), or the hobbits or Gimli, however I do own the *dead* Gimli....so there....
"OK, this could be a problem." Aragorn said, as he unsuccessfully tried to wake Gimli up for the 36th time.
"*Could*, be a problem?" Legolas asked, in disbelief. The two hobbits, for once were NOT screwing each other, and both stood in the circle around Gimli, gaping at him.
"Umm.....what are we going to do? We can't just leave him here." Sam said, scratching his head, and slapped away Frodo's hand when he tried to scratch his lower area(s).
"We're just going to have to take him with us, and go back to Rivendale." Shrugged Legolas.
"WHAT?!" cried the hobbits in unison, envisioning themselves lugging the stout dwarf all the way to Rivendale. They knew it was useless to get Aragorn to help, he might strain his already aching back.
"Well do you have a better idea?" Legolas snapped, irritation clear in his voice. Sam and Frodo cowered beneath him, and shook their heads mutely.
"Ok then, let's get going."
***SIX HOURS LATER***
"Legolas, can't you drag him now? The rigor mortis is kicking in and it's a bitch to drag him all the way." Frodo whined, sweat pouring down his face. Aragorn skipped in front of him joyously, every now and then stopping to pick flowers.
"Get Sam to help you." Legolas said without turning around.
"But Sam is already helping me." Frodo said angrily. Legolas turned around and saw Sam crouched underneath Gimli's waist, and crotch area.
"Please help me, I'm frightened and the stench is unbearable." Sam whispered, on the verge of tears. Legolas sighed, and grabbed the dwarf from the hobbits, slinging it over his shoulder. The two hobbits sighed with relief and fell to the floor just as Aragorn turned around.
"What are you doing sitting on the floor like that?" he said crisply, "This is a WAR people, not some carnival. And what's this? Legolas is carrying Jimmy, there's two of you and only one of him. He can't do *everything* you know. Legolas put Jimmy down, Frumpy and Fatty, pick him up." Ordered Aragorn.
"But-" the two hobbits began to protest, and quieted down when they saw Aragorn shooting death rays at them.
"Fine." Sighed Sam, running to pick up the top half of Gimli, leaving a very disturbed Frodo to the back. Legolas looked back sympathetically, but knew if he said anything it might set Aragorn off, and he wasn't willing to risk losing him ever again.
"Don't worry, only one more day till we're in Rivendale." Legolas said, skipping ahead to join Aragorn.
***The next chapter will take you a few months ahead, and then we're going to go to raising the baby......so for those of you who like this whole trekking a million miles thing, it's not going to last***